Saturday, January 28, 2017

The Tear to Best Lie Ever

A torture soul sits by the phone

Another lie is broadcast over the phone

The Tear (Shakespearean sonnet)

Another tear sent softly through the nightTo wander through their dreams while they’re apartAnd listens to the sorrows of a heartWhich yearns to hear a voice say it’s alright-He learns a brand new meaning of aloneAs voices from the shadows become clearThey talk of doubt he doesn’t need to hearHis mind resigned to marvels of its own-And time was never meant to move so slowEach ticking taps into a tortured soulEternity of seconds take their tollWhere was the sleep that he had come to know-Then on the phone which called from far awayA tearful voice said Hi are you okay

A tortured soul fills this Shakespearean sonnet. This sonnet uses the less familiar ABBA rhyme form instead of the ABAB rhyme form. This form is good for communicating to a reader a feeling of tension and release.

We already know the ending, so I'll cut the dramatics (if you promise not to laugh). Arlene's job sent her to Houston. Texas for some training. She would only be gone two days and three nights. She went to the airport Wednesday afternoon and would return on Saturday. The kids, Peter and Robin, were little and going to school. It was only a few days, What could go wrong? It started with Robin, Dad picked her up from preschool, instead of mom. She must have forgotten that her mom was going on a trip. I must admit the house felt strange without Arlene there. I can imagine what the kids were going through. We took our minds off of it by playing and watching TV together. This worked well until bedtime. Robin started to cry. She missed her mommy. Peter started to cry in sympathy. My solution: let's all go camping; Here in the front room. We made a tent out of a blanket and crawled in together to go to sleep. Then it was my turn. Why didn't she call? Did the plane crash? Is she okay? I miss my Arlene! What are we going to do without her? Just as terror took charge of my tortured mind the phone rang, It was Arlene. She had had a rough day of her own. She missed us. I woke the kids up to talk to their mom. When Arlene asked Robin what she and Peter had done that day, Robin said, "take care of dad."

This is a realm. This is a magic, We call it our mind. Through it all our senses are interpreted and we see our world. Through it our imagination come alive and we create. Through it we are the individual we are. Our minds are constantly working. If we and the world don't provide it with stimuli it will create its own. Then the question is: what is real? When we see a cake, Chew a cake, Taste a cake. But there was no cake. Was there some kind of cake? Easy to say of course not. Have we ever been awakened in the middle of a dream? The world is in disarray. Has our mind seen something that wasn't there, then we create it. Our mind is a powerful gift. It is our key to the world. It is our world. The wonder of it. The power of it. It is our's. Our's to Enjoy.

Take it away Roy: Roy Orbison "Only The Lonely"

Take it away boys

Mobile phones have 18 times more bacteria than toilet handles. In Japan, 90% of mobile phones are waterproof because youngsters use them even in the shower. Mobile Phone Radiation can cause Insomnia, headaches and confusion. For more information about mobile devices and what they can do, put them in the hands of boys; Especially boys who are watching football when their girlfriends call.